Da’ T.R.U.T.H. - Fig Tree lyrics

I said walk wit Jesus walkin in my freedom
Talkin like a leader everytime da weeks up
Get back on my feeta
Laid out on a beach chair its ok to ease up
Little time for leisure i enjoy my life but
If i get too cozy ill blow up my light bulb
Then the world won't see
Trample over cold feet
Then im good for nothing but
Rappin over cold beats
Man there goes another one!
Tryna make friends with the A list
Becomin preoccupied with my paycheck
Sorta like i play chess
Caught up in da matrix
Had a bigger heart when i
Was workin down at payless
Now i get board meetings
Rather make record deals
Set up in a board meeting
Talk about record sales
Now on a tour to keep
Money on my credit cards
If i lose focus on Jesus then i'm better off!
Bein cursed i don't think that we're alert
When we only read the verses
Wrote in our church!
But dats da gospel industry
Travel in dat culture
What happened to the ministry
Man it's gettin so stale
Recyclin the same songs for fear
Dat it won't sell
Therefore we won't tell a sinner
That they'll go to hell goin to da workshops
Creepin into hotels (shhhhhhhh)
If you don't say a word then i won't tell
A futile king james just
Indescretion grow stale
Cover it up with fig leaves
Then im just a fig tree